How the kids make me laugh


My four-year-old, Sabrina, is amusing to listen to pretty much at all times. She’s always making observations; having her around is sort of like having running commentary on your life from a sportscaster.

“Mommy, why do you drink coffee? Does it taste as good as chocolate milk?”

“Mommy, I’m not putting on my socks because they make my feet cold! And you don’t wear socks! And I won’t wanna wear socks outside! And I’m NOT going to wear tights, either!”

“Mommy, when I grow up I’m going to get married to Daddy!”

“Mommy, do you have a baby in your belly?” (Er, I actually don’t, just baby fat. Sigh.)

And so on and so on. She also can’t quite pronounce “th” so she’ll say “baf” instead of “bath” and “free” instead of “three.” It’s just adorable.

Sometimes, I can’t help but wonder how Max would sound if he were able to talk like Sabrina can. I’m so excited that he has a bunch of words, yet still, I ache to know what gems would come out of his mouth if he were fluent in speech. That’s not to say he doesn’t make me laugh a lot, because he does. The other day, I was in a rush to get him out of the house and onto the school bus, which was waiting outside, and he knew it. All of a sudden he ducks into the living room, grabs the feather duster, and starts wiping down our piano. Then he looks at me with the world’s biggest grin. I burst out laughing.┬áMax’s personality shines through, no words necessary.

How do your kids make you laugh?

Ellen blogs daily at To The Max

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